Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/Sirion (Beloved Motherland)
Arriving in Csopa, Erik ordered that the scouts visited the enemies in Osslamar. Enemies that would fall in the next hours, certainly. Captain Karl gathered the soldiers and Nersah intoned some sorceries and strange blessings of the time in that the religion of Sirion was older. A small portion of the power of Elune concentrated in words of wisdom. With the end of a peace that never existed, the Judge of Sirion wrote some lines and now he waited that the bard repeated them with the authority of who sings a sacred song. Inspiration.
Heard the resounding cry of a heroic people,
And the dazzling rays of the sun of liberty
Bathed our realm in their brilliant light.
If with strong arm we have succeeded
In winning a pledge of equality,
In your bosom, oh Elune,
Our hearts will defy death itself!
Oh adored Motherland,
Cherished and revered,
All Hail! All Hail
Sirion, a sublime dream, a vivid ray
Of love and hope to earth descends, and
Where in your clear, pure, beauteous skies
The image of the Godess shines forth.
Oh country vast by nature,
Fair and strong, a brave colossus,
Your future mirrors this greatness.
Oh land adored
Above all others,
It's you, Sirion,
Beloved motherland!
You are the gentle mother
of the children of this soil,
Beloved land,
Sirion!
Laid out eternally in the
splendor of nature,
In the sound of the sea and the light of heaven.
More flowers put forth in your fair,
smiling fields
Than in the most gorgeously
reputed lands;
"More life is to be found in our groves,"
"More love in our lives" in your embrace.
But if the mighty sword of justice is drawn forth,
You will perceive your children, who adore you,
Neither fear to fight, nor flee from death itself.
Oh land adored
Above all others,
It's you, Sirion,
Beloved motherland!
You are the gentle mother
Of the children of this soil,
Beloved land,
Sirion!
The soldiers screamed and enlarged the metallic sound of the gauntlets, of the sword against the shield. Imposing cries. Nothing could overcome the love for Sirion and battles. Where win or lose was just a small detail compared with the fight. Of the most distant beaches of Blaastambar and Skezard to Sirion River and beyond. Clamors of a warlike and victorious people would arrive to the enemies' ear, filling their heart with fear. The beautiful and fair people of Sirion would march to the war. To the victory. Always.
(OOC: Lyrics adapted of Brazilian National Anthem. I took the freedom to do the homage with respect and patriotism, but don't see this with a little mind. Try to appreciate the beautiful words of a strong song that in English loses the vigor of the original. A homage to my country... and to the realm of Erik. Our realm. Enjoy :)
